4e: Lost Temple of Roanorn

You've been travelling for days now, since you were called to the castle of Lord Crenshaw. After the scutage (payment paid instead of military service) owed to him by Sir Brensdale failed to arrive at the designated time, and after the men he had sent to investigate failed to return, he decided to gather together your eclectic mix of magic and might, and gave you your mission. You are to investigate the failure of payment, and to take steps to either rectify it, or to drag Brensdale to Crenshaw for his yearly fourty days of service.

Shaking off the dust of the road, you stop at the local inn at the village nearest to Brensdale's castle. Heading inside, you see few travellers, though there does seem to be a few soldiers of unknown origin; their heraldry depicting the head of a black dragon on a green background; a coat of arms none of you recognize.

However, you do recognize how they are treating the staff, as one of them knocks one of the barmaids to her knees and begins fondling her while the others roar obscenities...

Corrin's eyes nearly bug out in disgust as he see's this man's behavior. He immediately jumps to his feet and marches right up to him. "Excuse me, 'sir'." he says to the man, staring up at his eyes. "Unless this young lady here can honestly tell me that she is enjoying your behavior I am going to have to insist that you stop immediately, else things may become... unpleasant between us." He looks at the barmaid for the slightest hint that she desires his assistance.

OOC: Sorry for not playing along guys, but Corrin is a Paladin, and a lady's man. Forcing oneself on a woman goes against everything he believes in and must be punished.

Last edited by Dire Lemming; Tuesday, 25th March, 2008 at 04:22 AM.

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Corrin takes a step back and looks around at the group of angry armed men. Thinking that perhaps he has gotten in over his head, no pun intended. "Excuse me?" He looks around at the others. "What are you trying to show me? That you're afraid to take me on alone?" His usually constant smile is conspicuously absent.

If any of the other soliders join in the attack on Corrin, Skamos will Magic Missile one of them -- whoever is closest to himself, I suppose. If not, he'll move the barmaid and pull her awy from the melee.

Armarantan's face contorted in a flash of anger at the sight of the girl being fondled gruffly. He cleared his throat loudly, and then purposefully strode after the small paladin, ignoring the sounds of magic and the calls from the allies behind him. This was not a laughing matter, and needed to be dealt with immediatly. "Cease what you are doing!" he said in a loud voice, supporting the paladin's intent. "Immediatly."

Things turned vile after that, with the men showing their intent clearly. Armarantan was almost pleased. "You have decided your fate then - so you shall burn." Pulling out his holy symbol, he called on the power of his deity, and sent a ray of burning divine light straight at the man nearest to the halfling paladin. The blast of light missed, but Armarantan was unperturbed. He pulled his mace out, and swung it in the air, relishing the rashness of combat.

Armarantan is hit for 5 damage; the bandit got lucky with a Dagger throw and scored a critical. Corrin got hit by Guard #2 by a halberd for 12 damage, and is marked until the guard's next turn. That's the one who started one square back from the one you were adjacent to, and is now flanking you. You get an opportunity attack against him, though.

"Oh yeah, sunshine? We'll show you who'll be ruined!"

With that, the bandits closing in draw daggers from their belts and shoes, and throw them as the cleric steps forward. One sinks into his sheild as another glances off his armor, but one punches through a chink, and draws blood as it bites into him.

Meanwhile, Corrin finds himself in a bit of a pickle as he weaves through the halberd strikes of his larger opponents, steel biting on steel as his opponents surround him.

The guard throws off the mental probes of the warlock, while the cleric's beam of light whizzes past the enemy's heads, but the wizard's magic strikes straight and true, punching a hole in the leg of one of the guards menacing your halfling friend.